Sometimes a thing can hurt too much
for the heart and soul to bear,
and deep inside something breaks,
falls apart, dies, and there
isn't any feeling left at all. Just cold
--empty cold--like ice, or
vacant space, or the darkest
depths of the ocean floor.
Sometimes the pain can be so large as to
overwhelm even the ability
to cry. Silence, taking advantage and
exploiting the opportunity,
surges into the newly created void,
drowning, suffocating the last
small vestiges of self until all that remains
are bittersweet memories of the past.